My words have dried up,
I have nothing left to say,
Along with my blood,
All feeling has drained away,
Like a corroding reel of film,
My life is left, sepia grey,
God must have known,
I won't see another day.

Nobody now can take this pain away.

Afterlife, a reflection of soul?
A gap we slip through
When membranes between layers unfold us
To Zero Point;
Touching consciousness absolute

The womb we go back to
Where dark does not hurt our higher selves
The first seed rooted
In Living Light
Growing with original vibration
The first sound
AUM

Acoustic Universal Mantra
Waveforms...
Existing in the space between colors
Blending with all that occupies.
A passage through an enigma
Spanning epchos of luminous flux

Patterns of conscious light,
we emerged from the Void
From fractals of an eternal soul
A Universal breath
Fuse us with flesh;
Divine ballads in Golden Mean

I go there every night.
The field, with the pond,
The austere little cottage,
The place in my dreams.

A place full of wonder,
With magic in the air.
Into the darkness, yonder,
The place beyond despair.

I open my eyes to the moon,
White, lingering over me,
Touching my heart, hewn
By the treacherous humanity.

My escape from the world,
And everything around.
The austere little cottage,
The place in my dreams.

Thunder
Rain
Alone
At home
Thoughts
Of death
Knife
Unsteady
No more
Of this
Empty world
Knife
On wrist
Knock
On the door
A voice
No. Focus.
Tears
Knock
'Open up'
Knife
Now steady
Ready
Slit
Tears
Smile
Blur
Collapse
Blood
Knock
Blur
Glas­s shatters
A voice
'No!'
Darkness
Engulfing
Too late

There are things
You didn't want me to do
Things you said
Would break me
But how could I stop
This aching heart
From craving
So I did them anyhow
And I'm not ashamed
I have no remorse
If I made mistakes
They're mine
For I'm not your shadow
Hiding behind you
Recoiling from the light
That you let through
For I'm not your puppet
You don't hold my strings
To bend me the way you want
Turning pages in my life
As you would have
For I'm not your reflection
Showing you only
That what you wish to see
What you couldn't be in me
For I'm not your clay
Moulded at your hands
Shaped into your dreams
Trimmed to remove
The imperfections that define me
For I'm not you
In all your goodness
However hard you try
I'm not you
*For I am me